Tokyo: I took in a homeless girl

Zeshan Haruno asked tentatively: "Then do you want to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner?"

He wondered what was wrong with this girl today. She seemed to be acting strangely compared to her previous appearance.

Is it really because of the illness?

“It’s okay”

Mine Shiori stammered, "That's all. I can just put on a coat and it will be fine."

"is it?"

Sawayama Haruno was a little confused, but didn't think too much about it. Instead, he picked up the grapes on the table and started eating them.

"This grape is quite delicious." He praised casually.

"Indeed. I heard from Suguha that it seemed to be imported from abroad that morning." Mine Shiori carefully sat down in the seat opposite him, not daring to look up, and said, "If Haruno likes it, eat more."

"You should eat too."

Sawayama Haruno threw another grape into his mouth and said with a smile: "I am the one who came to visit the patient, why is Shiori acting more polite than me?"

"without"

Mine Shiori was so embarrassed that she almost exploded and didn't dare to speak loudly.

The thought of the flashlight that Sawayama Haruno had just obtained made her whole body go weak. She finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eye, but she saw Sawayama Haruno eating grapes.

Eat grapes.

Mine Shiori's face felt like it was on fire, and the feeling of friction between her body parts and the fabric of her clothes became more intense.

No, I have to find another topic to divert attention.

Otherwise, if I continue to let my imagination run wild, I will be unable to hold back in front of Haruno.

"Spring, Haruno."

Mine Shiori opened her mouth and said quickly, "I forgot to ask you yesterday, what type of book do you write?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Zeshan Haruno, who was eating grapes, was stunned.

What type?

To him, isn't that pure immoral literature or substitute literature?

Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese, this type of literature certainly cannot be so unbearable, but Sawayama Haruno did not think of explaining too much.

"It's probably a love story, and it's also about self-salvation or something."

Sawayama Haruno paused, then smiled helplessly and explained, "Perhaps everyone who writes traditional literature has a common problem of wanting to sublimate, so they would say they want to write about self-salvation or something like that."

"Self-salvation?"

Mine Shiori looked at him in a daze.

After a while, she lowered her head and said, "So that's how it is. I think self-salvation is also good. At least it's more interesting than a simple romance novel."

"A pure romance novel, wouldn't it all become a light novel?"

Sawayama Haruno smiled.

He picked up another grape, but this time he didn't eat it immediately. Instead, he pinched it between two fingers and said casually, "What does Shiori think about this kind of thing? That is, this kind of self-redemption?"

"Think about it, in the island country's physical literature market, it seems that this kind of spiritual books are very popular no matter what period. And in foreign countries, self-salvation and growth are also things that are mentioned in almost every book." Sawayama Haruno said with another meaning.

He deliberately brought the topic up this way.

Because I want to know Mine Shiori's true opinion.

This petite girl with sleepy eyes has been trapped in the Golden Week incident and unable to escape in her life so far.

With an extremely paranoid idea, he felt that all the subsequent tragedies were caused by his change of mind.

Sawayama Haruno wanted to understand the other person's views on self-salvation before finding a way to resolve his knot.

"What do you think?"

Mine Shiori's eyes kept wandering around the floor, as if she was looking for something.

After realizing that nothing would be pretended to be found by her, her tone suddenly returned to its previous calm state.

She said slowly, "Compared to self-salvation, I'm probably more inclined to self-punishment, right?"

"Because... is it true that someone does something wrong and doesn't have to pay the price?"

"."

You didn't do anything wrong, Sawayama Haruno thought.

Shiori herself knew very well that laughing or not laughing was not her problem, so it was not the other person's fault at all.

She must be made to realize this.

"Self-punishment?"

Sawayama Haruno hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't quite understand what this self-punishment is, but since it is a punishment, it will definitely leave wounds, whether mentally or physically."

Hearing what he said, Mine Shiori's delicate body trembled slightly.

was hit

Fortunately, Sawayama Haruno, who was focused on the grapes in his hand, didn't notice this small detail. Instead, he continued to express his own opinion, saying, "If I have to make a choice, I still think self-salvation is better, because punishment will leave wounds, and even if the wounds don't hurt, it will be painful to see them."

"That's probably what you mean, right?" He dropped the grape he'd been holding into his mouth and mumbled, "Punishment can't truly help you get over a psychological trauma like redemption can. Punishment is just a way of escaping. You know it's wrong, but you still do it anyway."

"yes."

Mine Shiori lowered her head and said sullenly.

The pain in front of me seemed to be even worse.

It was as if Sawayama Haruno had been pinching that grape just now.

No. Actually, it was because of what he said.

Mine Shiori herself understands that relying on that kind of masochistic habit to "punish" herself will not solve any problems at all.

The right thing to do is to make peace with the past.

If he wanted to make up for the regrets left over from the Golden Week, he should take the initiative to get closer to Haruno now.

But she did nothing but use the clamps and flashlight to punish herself and escape everything.

I indulged myself in that pleasure again and again, not thinking about anything else, relying solely on this decadent feeling to keep my mind blank.

It's completely an escape.

"very good!"

Sawayama Haruno, who was sitting opposite, suddenly clapped his hands and said, "I'll give you a spoiler here."

"Spoiler. What?"

"Spoiler a line from my book."

Sawayama Haruno raised his finger, blocking himself and Mine Shiori, and said with a faint smile: "Although it may sound very immature to say this, it doesn't matter. Just regard it as a gift for visiting the patient today."

“——Death is not the opposite of life, but exists forever as a part of life.”

“Instead of punishing yourself and leaving an uncomfortable wound, it is better to try to laugh.”

Chapter 85: Remarks on the Release of Sanjiang

The listing time has been confirmed, tomorrow at 12 noon.

It is expected that there will be five updates, totaling 10,000 words.

If the first order exceeds 2,000, I will update two more chapters on the spot.

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Let’s talk about something off topic. Old readers who are familiar with me know that this year has not been easy, and all kinds of things have happened in the meantime.

I won’t say anything to gain sympathy, after all, I have finally made it through, and looking back, I have already sailed through thousands of mountains.

The initial opportunity to write novels was because a girl told me that I was good at writing stories, so I decided to write novels.

I entered this industry with the idea of giving it a try.

When I wrote my first book, I had no idea how to write a novel, so naturally the performance of the book was a mess. It didn’t even have a chance to be recommended or put on the shelves.

I felt very unwilling at that time. Is it really true that I don’t have talent in this area?

With depressed thoughts in my mind, I read a comic book I borrowed from someone else, "Goodbye Eri" by Mr. Fujimoto Itsuki.

It's a good comic.

I was deeply touched by this comic, especially after seeing its various turning points and the "fantasy color" mentioned at the end, I finally understood what was lacking in my novel.

So, under the trend of this idea, I borrowed the "fantasy color" of different works, and finally wrote my first book, "The Object of Revenge".

Book friends who have an impression should have heard me say that there is an easter egg in "The Object of Revenge" where Haruno Sawayama appears. It is true.

This is the first Easter egg to be linked together after a year.

In short, the book "The Object of Revenge" finally opened up my writing life, and the book "Tokyo Secrets" that followed it further strengthened my idea of continuing to write novels, even though I didn't make much money.

The difficult process cannot be omitted, but at least I was happy when I was writing, although there were times when I got stuck and when I saw negative reviews criticizing me, which made me feel very depressed, but it’s okay, and I gradually got used to it.

In the past year of writing the book, I have been doing a lot of trial and error. The accumulated number of words in the waste manuscripts is nearly two million, which is almost more than what I have published. Alas, I feel very complicated when I talk about it now.

In this process, the first and foremost people I should thank are of course the book lovers for their support. I want to say this, but there are really not many old fans!

The reality is, not many people have followed this book all the way from the first one, and not many people have followed this book all the way from the second one. Now when I talk about it, I can’t help but shed tears!

Well, let’s not talk about this for now. The second person I need to thank is the editor Penglai.

Penglai is a really nice person. I don’t know how he treats other people, but he is definitely very nice to me.

Every time I submit an article, I receive thoughtful guidance and are told what are the hottest topics of the day, suggesting which ones to imitate, which ones are likely to yield results, and which ones are unlikely to yield results.

There was even one time when he directly gave me the outline, introduction, character settings, and plot entry points and asked me to write them all.

He almost wrote it for me.

Although I didn't write it in the end because I found that it didn't suit my writing style.

However, I will always remember this kindness. I also learned from the small group that this is not a treatment that everyone can enjoy. This made me feel even more ashamed for rejecting his outline. Fortunately, this book has also been published, so I don’t think it is a waste of his cultivation.

To be honest, when I first started writing, I thought as long as there were 500 orders, it would be enough.

Even if I can't make money, as long as I'm not doing it for love, it's fine.

At that time, I never expected that I would reach this point today. I have completed all the recommendations except Xiaolaba. It would be a lie to say that I am not happy. After all, it is my first time, and Sanjiang Xinqiang is indeed not that easy to get into.

Fortunately, we won in the end. Until now, I still feel a strong sense of unreality, as if I were in another world.

I am a very indifferent person. I always feel that everything around me doesn't matter to me. But it's a little different when it comes to novels. I always feel anxious because of novels. I feel both uncomfortable and happy. I probably won't be able to change this in the future.

As soon as I start writing, I feel an inexplicable fear. I think this is the same for every author, right?

I’m afraid that I won’t be able to write anymore and that I’ll be forgotten.

I don’t know whether I can write it down or not. If I forget it, I really don’t want others to forget it.

Obviously, he is a man who doesn't care about anything, but he would be troubled by this kind of thing. Unconsciously, the novel has changed him a little. Obviously, he started writing it just because of a joke made by others, but unknowingly, he was immersed in it.

Now he is here saying cool things to himself, hehe.

Oh, but it's okay anyway.

As I write this speech, I look back at the stories I have written and the heroines I have written.

I don't remember what kind of mood I was in when I wrote it, but what still reminds me is the readers' love for them, and this will probably be the reason for me to continue writing.

Although this sounds a bit strange, how can I not remember it? How can I continue writing because of such a thing? As for the male protagonist, you should at least take some responsibility for him, asshole.

I don’t know, but I will keep trying.

How many words can a person write in his lifetime?

I don’t know, let’s just give it a try.